Who Am I?

Is it a question worth answering, worth examining? The truth is, I disappear. Just another set of hands for a task or another stranger in the crowd. Someone to have a casual conversation with when you’re extremely bored. Others make an impact, bring something original. Do they even know my name? The answer is always no. Sometimes I try, but is it worth it? All my efforts bring me back to the same place. Faceless. Forgettable. Forced.